Shame
“This is the third girl you have given birth to. It should
have been a boy; at least this time.”
He had almost barked at her. A finger probed the baby; and it
probed harshly. She was a new born child but still a tiny wave of shame rose in
her tiny heart. The mother cringed and looked other way.
As months passed by the wave rose higher and higher; she was
often left gasping for breath.
It was her thirteenth birthday. She was fragile as gossamer.
But there was no respite for her. He had since plummeted to the zone of
beasts and mere probing left him angry. He regretted not killing her at birth.
It was her thirteenth birthday and she lay devastated.
She looked at her mother. She saw her eyes; eyes that were bereft of tears. She
heard her muted cries; cries that lacked courage.
The wave of shame engulfed her. She wished she could drown
for ever.
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A post for Three Word Wednesday
Word prompts- devastate, gossamer, plummet
So sad!
ReplyDeleteThanks Vinitha
DeleteI hope she swims forever....that would be the best revenge
ReplyDeleteyes, but sometimes it never happens that way, thanks for reading the post
DeleteWhat a shame! Not forgetting if fault can be assigned it will be logically 50% on each parent! Wonderful write arora!
ReplyDeleteHank
thanks for appreciating it
DeleteSo many like her are drowning everyday in the sea of shame...in our country, no respite for them :-( very well written..
ReplyDeletethanks Maniparna for liking it.sometimes i feel ashamed of myself when i observe such degradation in our society.
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